Idle times for idle minds

Night Terrors/The Bizarreness of life.

I had a dream
that would not leave.
Of what I loved
and what I lost.
I cried through the night
so said to find joy.

And a quote.
"There are no exceptions, just unknown variables"

And something tapped directly from the mind:

Sometimes I can't take life.
I get depressed like the rest of us.
But then.
I take a cigarette.
And let it guide my path through the night.
Finding hidden holes in murky alleys.
No where is there love.
No where is there hope.
But everything is at peace.
And so I let the burnt end drop.
To mark where there is nothing.
Taking solace in the solitude.
And life resumes.